So this was SUPPOSED to be the last chap, but I felt like it was too long for one chapter, so I broke it up. Read and review please :) Last chapter is practically finished so the more reviews i get for this one, the quicker i'll pop it up. sad to see this one end...but then again kinda happy since im way in over my head with all the stuff i have going on.

Chris didn't know what to do, he hated that he was in this situation in the first place but now that he was in it and stuck in it, he had to make a decision. He ran a hand back through his long hair as he sat down on the bed to think. This sure had been a roller coaster for him, he'd been in love and lost it...found the time to heal, found someone new, only to realise that the past wasn't exactly staying in the past after all.

Stephanie, just saying her name brought him the weirdest mixture of happiness and sorrow that he had ever felt in his life. It was like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be away from her. It was like he could run as fast as he could in the other direction but like a sling shot he was flung back towards the brunette even faster.

Chris felt like he was tethered to her, and didn't know how to cut the rope. She'd been his everything for so long, and then she crushed his dreams and his heart with one swift blow...telling him what felt like forever ago, that she couldn't leave Paul. But then just when he thought he'd finally managed to heal she walked back into his life, confusing the hell out him.

He was just trying to move on and she couldn't seem to let him. Stephanie had used every trick in the book to try and sway him back into her web. Granted he wasn't so sure he wanted to stay out of it. It took everything he had to say no to her advances, he wanted to build something real with Trish, but he just couldn't seem to feel that strongly for her. He loved Stephanie, he knew that, it was apparent when he finally did fall back into bed with her.

But then he was demolished yet again when he found out that she didn't leave her husband like he had thought, she wasn't willing to give him up in exchange for a happy life with him. Chris didn't understand her, one minute she was swearing her love from him...telling him everything he ever wanted to hear and then yet she couldn't do the one thing he needed her to do for him. She said she didn't love Paul, but then why was he the one with the ring on his finger?

Then of course there was Trish, she was smart and funny, she was sweetheart who he was lucky to have in his life. Not to mention the fact that she was a head to toe bombshell, that definitely didn't hurt. She'd been the first woman he'd let into his life since Stephanie, and she was the first person to make him feel worthy in a long time. To anyone she could be described simply as breathtaking perfection... she loved him and she had a heart of pure gold. But she wasn't Stephanie, and he both loved and hated that about her.

He thought he needed someone different then her, he thought that trying to make things work with Trish would make everything else go away. Chris knew he cared about her, and thought that maybe she would be the one to help him get through all this. He didn't love her, but he thought maybe he could grow to love her. She was willing to give him another chance, she knew about Stephanie and was still willing to love him. He just wasn't sure that was what he wanted.

Things just had to be complicated.

Chris laid back onto the soft bed and stared up at the white tiled ceiling.

Suddenly his cell phone vibrated across the night stand. Rolling over her flipped it open and checked the caller Id. He was shocked to see the display read "Stephanie".

The Canadian groaned, voice mail could get it...he wasn't in the mood for her games right now.

His eyes got heavy, and soon enough he drifted into a deep sleep...his mind racing with images of both Trish and Stephanie. Even in his dreams he couldn't escape the situation at hand.

Tossing and turning all night Chris just couldn't couldn't find the peace he was seeking. Yet just when he finally seemed to be resting with them haunting him, there was a knock at his door. His eyes opened and he rolled over to glance at the clock, focusing his gaze he realised that the neon display was glowing six A.M.

Turning out of bed the Canadian stumbled to the door, who in the name of god could possibly be looking for him? They didn't have an early flight, he wasn't planning a work out and it was certainly too early for it to be his continental breakfast...

His hand found his mouth as a yawn escaped his throat, "Who is it?" He hollered, grabbing the chain lock and unlatching it.

"Dude it's me, Jay, open up..."

Chris rubbed his eyes feverishly as he opened the door for his friend, "Someone better be dead..." He groaned, walking back towards his bed as Jason made his way into the hotel room.

Running a hand back over his head Jay sighed, "It could be me."

The other man flopped back onto the mattress, extremely annoyed with his comrade."I'm really not in the mood for trying to figure out what the hell you're talking about, so either spit it out or get out."

"I kissed Trish." He blurted.

That caught Chris's attention, as he bolted completely upright, "You what?"

Jay sat down on the corner of the bed, "I can't keep this up man," He said softly, "I really like her, and it sucks so much to watch you parade around with her on her arm because it's convenient. I know that you aren't trying to hurt her Chris, but also know that you love Stephanie..." He paused for a moment and stood up, his arms flailing in the air, "Hell you probably always will love Steph. Is that fair to anyone here?"

He shook his head, partially in disbelief and partially because he knew that Jay was completely right. "You think I don't know that? It only keeps me awake at night." He looked his friend in the eyes, gauging his reaction. "So you're saying that you love Trish?"

Rubbing the back of his neck Jay sighed again, "No, not yet I don't, but I know that I could love her...and I know that you can't."

Chris didn't know what to do, he felt like he should be angry with Jay. After all his best friend has just admitted to kissing his girlfriend, as a normal human being he should want to knock him out...But he kind of...sort of...just wanted to hug him instead. It was almost a sigh of relief knowing that he wasn't the only one who doubted his feelings for Trish.

But what exactly did that mean?